Emeralds are growing in this plot of mine;
Wet diamonds drip along each stem and blade.
Pea pods hold treasured pearls of the vine,
Rich mud deposits wealth upon my spade.
Huge heads of cabbage split with dewy weight
Match mercenary broccoli’s envied green.
Tomatoes blushed like rubies tempt and bait.
Potatoes’ karats gain interest unseen,
While beans of jade hide underneath soft leaf,
And sweet corn kernels ripen time to gold.
Why should I share my gems with raccoon thief?
Let’s harvest booty till the ground turns cold.
A cornucopia of food to live!
Thanksgiving’s a small price for us to give.
a poem in my pocket 